tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30486910482599996512024-03-14T00:22:52.246-04:00The way I am --- number 3Live your life so as to be missed when you are gonezorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-26464251877547961292010-05-19T21:33:00.002-04:002010-05-19T21:47:04.020-04:00yea...so i'm writting but uh i have nothing to write. while shuffling through my ipod i came across a song i got but never listened to...yea i do that a lot lol..so this song was pretty good, good enough that if i was the kind of person to sing in front of people then this is one i'd sing<br /><br />Once I was clothed in the rags of my sin,<br />Wretched and poor, lost and lonely within.<br />But with wondrous compassion, the King of all kings,<br />In pity and love, took me under His wings.<br /><br />Oh, yes, oh yes, I'm a child of the King<br />His royal blood now flows in my veins.<br />And I who was wretched and poor now can sing<br />Praise God, praise God, I'm a child of the King.<br /><br />Now I'm a child with a Heavenly home,<br />My Holy Father has made me His own.<br />And I'm cleansed by His blood, and I'm clothed in His love,<br />And some day I'll sing with the angels above.<br /><br />my dad just came home with food so its pretty hard to make myself stay here when i smell it lolzorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-71271786040950933352010-04-19T23:05:00.001-04:002010-04-19T23:06:12.226-04:00this is what happens when you sleep for three hours in the afternoon, you try to go to bed at night and you cant sleep. so i was outside talking to sarah and fooling around with lizzie and i managed to gash lizzie's head with a nail, complete accident but i felt pretty bad. she had blood dripping down her face cuz head wounds bleed a lot and she was freaking out, shes very sensitive to things like that. the funny thing was, when i looked at her head i actually felt nauseated, its weird. this may sound weirder, before blood and goo and all that stuff wouldnt bother me, i guess i could say i enjoyed it but now i see it and wanna puke. lol the smell of hand soap makes me wanna throw up to...yeah random thing i had to insert there.<br /><br />sunday afternoon i was sitting in church waiting and my mom handed me this poem called the hound of heaven. i started reading it and was like, hey i know this one i just never knew the name of it. its a really good poem, written by an ex cocaine addict, its kinda like his testimony. so if you can get past all the words we dont normally use in every day conversation then its a good read. its basically the sinner running from God, trying to find shelter or distractions in human love and is always running, but God never gets weary, He keeps following until the sinner turns to Him. sorta like the hound after a rabbit or something lol, he never gives up. this is from the last verses, which are my favorite,<br /><br />That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:<br />'And is thy earth so marred, <br />Shattered in shard on shard? <br />Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me! <br />Strange, piteous, futile thing! <br /><br />Wherefore should any set thee love apart?<br />Seeing none but I makes much of naught' (He said),<br />'And human love needs human meriting:<br />How hast thou merited - <br />Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot?<br />Alack, thou knowest not <br />How little worthy of any love thou art!<br />Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,<br />Save Me, save only Me? <br /><br />All which I took from thee I did but take,<br />Not for thy harms, <br />But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.<br />All which thy child's mistake <br />Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:<br />Rise, clasp My hand, and come!' <br />Halts by me that footfall: <br />Is my gloom, after all, <br />Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?<br />'Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest, <br />I am He Whom thou seekest! <br />Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.'<br /><br />this post is turning out to be kinda long, i guess thats ok since i havent written since february. my neighbors are being kinda...odd, they actually said i was awesome which is really weird. but no one has made some stupid joke about something, no one has used bad words around me and i havent been put in a position to possibly talk bad about my parents. they even told one person who is normally a huge pain to shut up and be nice lol. yea...i dont know why im talking about this....lol i enjoying the break though. <br /><br />i had surgery done recently and i hope i never have to do that again. i still cant figure out why the dr. didnt give me any pain medication, i woke up yelling at the nurses and that was kinda embarrassing later, of all the things i have to remember is that :P whats cool though is they have these awesome blankets at the hospital and if your cold they put it in the microwave thingy that warms it up. i'm healing fast apparently, faster then they anticipated, still hurts though, if i move wrong it feels like a knife being stuck in me. prayer works, i know thats like a no duh kinda thing, but every time it surprises me. I serve a God that cares about me, He hears me when i pray even when i cant find the words...that to me is pretty sweet. <br /><br />my mom got a bunch of cereal, you know the stuff in boxes that tastes really good unlike slimy oatmeal and cream of wheat. whoo hoo ima going to eat frosted flakes tomorrow lol. im finally getting somewhat tired so this is it...i cant wait till the bathroom is done, when it has sheetrock for walls instead of blankets.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-30996644142384584722010-02-04T12:26:00.002-05:002010-02-04T12:47:37.763-05:00this time i'm actually going to write something. so basically whats new is i got my hair cut and im finally getting over this cold. yea...really exciting i know. my mom let me sleep in till' 10:30 today and i feel so lazy lol i really wanna go do something but i have no energy. yea so much for writing something, i cant think now. i found this on a UK news thing and btw i won two swag bucks while searching for random things.<br /><br />the victories of the mind<br />are won for all mankind;<br />but war wastes what it wins,<br />ends worse than it begins,<br />and is a game of woes,<br />which nations always lose:<br />though tyrant tyrant kill,<br />the slayer liveth still.<br /><br />my brother is standing here drinking sugar waterzorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-77036085309300261232010-01-25T17:40:00.001-05:002010-01-25T17:40:45.682-05:00<p>this is something i got out of a book that my mom gave me, its a list of things that young women should look for in a potential husband and i think its pretty good. </p> <p>i just wonder how many young men out there are willing to be up for this type of challenge, thankfully though there are some real knights in shinning armor out there that God has gotten a hold of.</p> <p>1. foremost, of course, the man must be regenerated</p> <p>2. he must be a mature Christian, who consistently demonstrates the fruit of the spirit</p> <p>3. he must be the kind of man that i can respect and joyfully submit to</p> <p>4. he should have a vision for ministry to which i can devote my life</p> <p>5. he will love God with all his heart, soul, mind and strength</p> <p>6. he should love me, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself for her, but i want him to love Christ more than he loves me</p> <p>7. he should treat me with honor and respect, but should not be afraid to be the active head of the family</p> <p>8. he should be respectful of all women in general</p> <p>9. he should be a protective, loving father to our children and will want as many as God is pleased to give us</p> <p>10. he should be a leader and not a follower, and will speak out boldly for what is right</p> <p>11. he should be devoted to prayer</p> <p>12. he should be habitually eager to learn from the scripture, to be challenged by scripture, and to seek God through scripture</p> <p>13. he should have a solid Christian worldview, and the moral clarity and moral courage to go with it</p> <p>14. he should be able to understand and evaluate historical and current affairs with a thoroughly biblical perspective</p> <p>15. he should seek the companionship of wise men and limit his association with lesser men</p> <p>16. he should be respected and esteemed wherever he goes – his character should be irreproachable</p> <p>17. he should be teachable and able to teach with humility</p> <p>18. he should be well educated in the right ways and for the right reason, and will not place undue value on the world’s academic credentials</p> <p>19. he should have a vision for our family that is multi-generational</p> <p>20. he should be able to fit in comfortably with my family and have a respectful relationship with my father</p> <p>21. he should be a good steward of all that God has given him (e.g. time, money, spiritual gifts)</p> <p>22. he will have respect for God-given authority </p> <p>23. of course we understand that a perfect person does not exist in this world. so as our final item, he will be aware of his faults and will have the humility to overcome them by God’s grace</p> zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-47362866874991106312010-01-09T20:32:00.003-05:002010-01-09T20:36:13.996-05:00Jesus Heals the HeartYour time is like a house of cards,<br />Stands so tall, falls so hard,<br />And all your dreams lay in the yard,<br />Broken bits of show<br /><br />Your days are windows, empty panes,<br />You mend the glass they break again,<br />And all the while that howling wind,<br />Bites and bitter blows.<br /><br />But Jesus heals the heart you know,<br />When nothing's left that's good to know.<br />Look at me, I ought to know.<br /><br />You paint your face; you paint your heart,<br />If you open up and fall apart,<br />Learned the hard way to be hard,<br />And live the lover's woe.<br /><br />You try to hide in what you do,<br />You lace your lies like some old shoe,<br />And all the while no one is fooled,<br />Your sadness clearly shows.<br /><br />Remember this, the world resists<br />The tenderness of Grace.<br />Right to the grave, it stays the slave<br />Trying to save a little face.<br /><br />But with the hurt and the private fears,<br />There holds a hope choked up in tears,<br />That someone's loved you all these years,<br />Who wouldn't let you go.<br /><br />So when surrounded by the sighs,<br />And lost in tired alibis,<br />When no one's home why don't you try<br />The One who loves you so. <br /><br /><br />one of these days i'll get around to writing but for now these lyrics will have to do lolzorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-12124090041849707172010-01-01T22:59:00.001-05:002010-01-01T23:02:12.093-05:00Love After AllLove in these days is a dangerous dream.<br />Lonely and crazed like a dying birds scream.<br />Broken in ways that are hard to redeem.<br />Love is a dangerous ...<br />Love in these times is a gamble at best.<br />On the front lines without a bulletproof vest.<br />Riddled with crimes that infect and infest.<br />Love is a gamble at best.<br /><br />But still I believe in Love after all<br />Though to have it you'll bleed<br />To find it you'll fall<br />Every soul needs to be caught by its call<br />Caught by Love after all.<br /><br />Love in this age is a lesson in tears.<br />Ruin by rage, fondled by fears.<br />Locked in a cage through these crucible years.<br />Love is a lesson in ...<br />Love in this place is a struggle of wills.<br />Some face to face some buried until,<br />They grow up a hate, no laughter can kill.<br />Love is a struggle of wills.<br /><br />Love was a Word with fingers and toes.<br />A flesh and blood sword that cut us God knows.<br />An unlikely Lord on the throne of death throes.<br />That was love with fingers and toes.<br />Love is a heart broke open like bread.<br />Wine in a cup that's more than blood red.<br />Go on, drink it up, you're why it was shed.<br />Why love is broke open like bread.<br /><br />Michael Kelly Blanchardzorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-15876817625615106602009-12-25T21:30:00.000-05:002009-12-25T21:38:31.323-05:00The Master<p>A flying word from here and there <br />Had sown the name at which we sneered, <br />But soon the name was everywhere, <br />To be reviled and then revered: <br />A presence to be loved and feared, <br />We cannot hid it, or deny <br />That we, the gentlemen who jeered, <br />May be forgotten by an by. </p> <p>He came when days where perilous <br />And hearts of men were sore beguiled; <br />And having made his note of us, <br />He pondered and was reconciled. <br />Was ever master yet so mild <br />And he, so untamable? <br />We doubted, even when he smiled, <br />Not knowing what he knew so well. </p> <p>He knew that undeceiving fate <br />Would shame us whom he served unsought; <br />He knew that he must wince and wait-- <br />The jest of those for whom he fought; <br />He knew devoutly what he thought <br />Of us and of our ridicule; <br />He knew that we must all be taught <br />Like little children in a school. </p> <p>We gave glamour to the task <br />That he encountered and saw through, <br />But little of us did he ask, <br />And little did we ever do. <br />And what appears if we review <br />The season when we railed and chaffed? <br />It is the face of one who knew <br />That we were learning while we laughed. </p> <p>The face that in our vision feels <br />Again the venom that we flung, <br />Transfigured to the world reveals <br />The vigilance to which we clung. <br />Shrewd, hallowed, harassed, and among <br />The mysteries that are untold, <br />The face we see was never young, <br />Nor could it have ever been old. </p> <p>For he, to whom we have applied <br />Our shopman's test of age and worth, <br />Was elemental when he died, <br />As he was ancient at his birth: <br />The saddest among kings of earth, <br />Bowed with a galling crown, this man <br />Met rancor with a cryptic mirth, <br />Laconic--and Olympian. </p> <p>The love, the grandeur, and the fame <br />Are bounded by the world alone; <br />The calm, the smoldering, and the flame <br />Of awful patience were his own: <br />With him they are forever flown <br />Past all our fond self-shadowing's, <br />Wherewith we cumber the Unknown <br />As with inept Icarian wings. </p> <p>For we were not as other men: <br />'Twas ours to soar and his to see. <br />But we are coming down again, <br />And we shall come down pleasantly; <br />Nor shall we longer disagree <br />On what it is to be sublime, <br />But flourish in our perigee <br />And have one Titan at a time. </p> <p>--Edward Arlington Robinson</p> zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-14456448703581661322009-11-05T22:03:00.000-05:002009-11-06T22:04:16.223-05:00if love is a labor, i’ll slave till’ the end<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LYvx9r78aGM/SvTjrN5cHdI/AAAAAAAABJE/j_N5KFgYZ1E/s1600-h/P10125134.jpg"><img title="P1012513" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="P1012513" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LYvx9r78aGM/SvTjrdREBgI/AAAAAAAABJI/Q48IVPJ_NS4/P1012513_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a> <p>i recently discovered windows live writer, and its cool. so instead of diligently doing math this afternoon, i played around on this.  </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:3d102090-4aa7-4b07-97e9-439f53979c7c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-175481dc0e133ead.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&resid=175481DC0E133EAD!132&ct=photos"><img style="border:0px" alt="View happy feet" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LYvx9r78aGM/SvTjr_A0ozI/AAAAAAAABJM/QJGzoPBds38/InlineRepresentationed3985b0713b49a8.jpg?imgmax=800" /></a><div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" ><a href="http://cid-175481dc0e133ead.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&resid=175481DC0E133EAD!132&ct=photos">View Full Album</a></div></div> <p></p> <p> </p> <p>my dad told us today that he thought the couch was comfortable but ugly, sooo its going bye bye. he got a couch and chair from bill to replace them and i just want to make sure that everyone knows that i am against this whole idea, i like the couch we have now even if people say its ugly. </p> <p>this cat of mine doesn't seem to understand that the keyboard is not meant to walk on and that my mouse is a fake mouse made out of plastic, not a real flesh and blood mouse. garfield is very curious, i see where they got the saying that curiosity killed the cat. </p> <p>i went for a walk/hike on tuesday with my mom and some of my siblings. there is a large spread of ATV and skidoo trails around here, and part of it is right near our house, so we hiked out in the woods for about 2 hours. we came to a dead end in a cornfield and had to cross a cow pasture that had one large and furry bull in it and as we crossed it stood there and stared at us, rather unnerving. he didn't do anything which is cool, other bulls in my experience would have been like, oh look some people to trample, and would have come after us. and on the way back we had to cross the raisin river and abby and i didn't want to walk all the way around to the bridge so we waded across. it was cold. </p> <p>the other day i watched transformers 2 with chelsea. i mean i sorta watched it with her, she had to leave soon after turning it on. most of it was cool, especially the twins and the ending. and the music was cool lol i have like the entire sound track already so i recognized all the music. </p> <p>not much else is going on, at least nothing that i care to write here. if you want anything more interesting you'd have to read my journal and that's not happening. </p> zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-1360123661424002022009-11-05T13:48:00.002-05:002009-11-05T14:28:33.479-05:00my math is so fun, and i'm not being sarcastic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYvx9r78aGM/SvMmzgcWR-I/AAAAAAAABI0/WC3VWvtjDek/s1600-h/math.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LYvx9r78aGM/SvMmzgcWR-I/AAAAAAAABI0/WC3VWvtjDek/s400/math.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400703044471375842" /></a><br />yea so just click on that and you'll get a bigger picturezorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-43653590048703655102009-10-11T16:35:00.001-04:002009-10-11T16:49:29.919-04:00A title eludes meFall is definitely my favorite time of the year, with all the leaves falling and it being so colourful outside. It kinda cool to walk through the woods and see all the different shades of yellow, red and green and then have this bright, fiery orange pop out at you. And it really is a let down to step on a crunchy looking leaf and have it turn out to not be crunchy at all, like biting into a nice<br />looking apple and its rotten on the inside lol<br /><br />My tadpoles have not grown one bit in all the many weeks they have been in my possession. They have done nothing but swim around and help the catfish eat all the minnows. Seriously, how long does it take for them to sprout legs and start looking more like frogs and less like a blob with a tail? Its too bad my garter snake got loose, it would have had some nice plump baby frogs to chow on.<br /><br />Josiah made lunch today, goose from Mike and some pig thingy from the Cotè's. He also had some cabbage fermenting to make some sauerkraut for like a week. It tasted good for the first few bites and then the high salt content became too much to handle. I don't think I have had so much to drink in one sitting and I am still thirsty. But the pig was good.<br /><br /><br />I made a bunch of pies for everyone to devour since tomorrow is Thanksgiving. While I was making the lemon meringue ones, I was joking to my mom that I was going to tell PJ that I had worked and sweated over the pie, just for him. She went and told my dad that and said that she was loosing me and that my heart was belonging to someone else now and my dad says, well good that's the way it should be, and he said he wasn't loosing anything but he was gaining. I think my parents, for all their quirkyness, are cool. I hope we have good weather tomorrow, I just don't relish the idea of sitting out in the cold and wet at a lake, especially since several of us are getting over colds. But I know I will have fun regardless of what the weather decides to do.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-78013826123140946002009-09-10T21:08:00.003-04:002009-09-10T21:11:48.505-04:00i need new speakersOne thing about having a blog is my mom reads it. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but this time she had my dad read it as well and now I am not allowed to sleep over at Chelsea's house, which I don't mind so much. What I do mind is that even though the things Michelle was laughing at happened a year or two ago, my dad says he doesn't trust me as much anymore. I don't really get that, my mom told me that she has seen a change in me ever since I came back from Pennsylvania and they both know I haven't done anything recently over at the Lalondes but dad says he still doesn't trust me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjws0v4lpg4rg28wKzwPdKgtjizi9PqfrklAk8Iijr_U_SV69rydRsEyzEyjowyC8jj0zpezBtN_A5QhzjEOi7ou8eF3MPZFnGie3u7QtcXBt8vaqJFuRdwqU9DOjgEVPGAn2mmPVzMpaM/s1600-h/P1012319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjws0v4lpg4rg28wKzwPdKgtjizi9PqfrklAk8Iijr_U_SV69rydRsEyzEyjowyC8jj0zpezBtN_A5QhzjEOi7ou8eF3MPZFnGie3u7QtcXBt8vaqJFuRdwqU9DOjgEVPGAn2mmPVzMpaM/s400/P1012319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380010894782843682" border="0" /></a>My awesome littlest brother Sam, and this is probably the best picture I have gotten of him, and then Tim all happy about brushing his teeth, now I just need John....but I don't have a normal one...just ones were he looks silly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfb2XtZGGnFGcsFLiooPMeEmaFiqaZofm4h1yZ0uWT7xUSHcGdwuse7JXSN0Ea2QaID1cgsTc8jBtjwU61iK5UJykrudzAnIhv7aeqV95769JQrxKVBejxAx8xxhgH9rm7xMt3mW2PCAo/s1600-h/P1012318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfb2XtZGGnFGcsFLiooPMeEmaFiqaZofm4h1yZ0uWT7xUSHcGdwuse7JXSN0Ea2QaID1cgsTc8jBtjwU61iK5UJykrudzAnIhv7aeqV95769JQrxKVBejxAx8xxhgH9rm7xMt3mW2PCAo/s400/P1012318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380010898181631010" border="0" /></a>My laptop was taken away for a few days because I downloaded something onto my mom's computer without asking. I really am not smart sometimes, its like a no duh to ask to do something like that, especially when dad keeps telling me to ask and I keep letting it slip my mind. But yea he took it for two days and I discovered that I would prefer him to not take it again.<br /><br />I started the study of Philippians today that I am doing for "school" and I think I have read the first chapter 5 times now making sure I have all the I's, my's and me's highlighted. I am not sure why I have to highlight them but that's what I have been instructed to do. Maybe its a way to get me to read it over and over and get it to really stick. Besides all the highlighting, its been an interesting and beneficial study and its only been one day.<br /><br />I washed the floor in my room but it still has a rather strong odor from all the waterings Tomo gave it..sigh...now what? I'll just spray lysol or fabreeze all over it to mask the ammonia smell but that stuff causes headaches and I have several fish tanks that don't need lysoled. Maybe I will blow up the floor and replace it with wood that I don't have.<br /><br />It is impossible to live a normal life in my room, let alone sleep, when the airater for the fish tank is making that annoying vibrating noise, it seems the noise gets louder the longer you leave it vibrating and I am seriously going to kill it if it doesn't stop.<br /><br />One of Cupcake's kittens, the one that I like and named Spud, got dunked in gasoline today and is stumbling around like she is drunk or something, I am hoping she didn't ingest any of it. And I came into my room and found a couple of kittens happily chewing up the dog food bag and eating any food that spilled out.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-78764075196727929222009-09-03T21:55:00.001-04:002009-09-03T21:57:09.831-04:00My mom told us last night that we could sleep in the next morning but since I have been getting up in between 6:30 and 7 for so long, sleeping in was impossible.<br /><br />I have been working on my fish tanks all this week, its like one of those passing fads where today its very interesting and tomorrow I don't care at all. I started the terrarium first, and after three tries to stop the water half from leaking into the dirt half I decided to think it out better and go slower and now it doesn't leak. Then I did the pond tank and got about 30 little fish from the ponds to put in it. The really little fish are slowly dieing and being eaten by the bigger ones, which is ok if they would give the little guy a chance to die first before they start eating it. After all that was done, I looked over at the goldfish tank and decided to redo it as well since it was getting overtaken by algae. So that's what I have been doing all week and I have been enjoying it a lot.<br /><br />The other day we all were discussing school and when we were starting and what we would be doing and I said to my mom that I thought I had learned enough and could I stop school. I expected her to say no, that I needed to keep going and get those few last credits that I need to "officially" graduate, but instead she agreed with me. You would expect that one would feel some sort of elation to be done with high school and one could go do whatever, but instead I feel the opposite. I am happy to be done yes, but I cant really describe the feeling except that I think I am growing up too fast or something lol. I do not have the money nor the desire to go to college so I am going to stay home and serve my family until Lord willing I get married myself.<br /><br />Not much else has been happening and I haven't been thinking to deeply on anything so I guess there's nothing more to write. Except it was my sister's birthday yesterday and shes 7 now. 7 years ago that I had an argument with Elijah about who would wake up first and get to hold the new baby, 7 years went by pretty fast.<br /><br />Heaven above is softer blue,<br />Earth around is sweeter green,<br />Something lives in every hue<br />Christless eyes have never seen.<br />Birds with gladder songs o'er flow,<br />Flowers with deeper beauty shine,<br />Since I know as now I know<br />I am His and He is mine.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-10431407411716905572009-08-30T17:35:00.001-04:002009-08-30T17:39:13.253-04:00I got into some poison parsnip up at the ponds and it caused a rather painful reaction, my ankle swelled up almost right away and had been swelled for a week and had turned an interesting shade of purple, red and yellow, so my mom took me to the clinic and the doctor gave me stuff to put on it so its looking more pleasant now. Being the weird person I am, I took a picture of my ankle when it was all blistered to show any interested people. I think perhaps my level of pain tolerance will be higher when this is all done. I also chipped my tooth eating chips if that makes any sense.<br /><br />With all the sitting around I had to do with my ankle hurting, I discovered that there are a lot of books in my room that I haven't finished reading and that I haven't stared reading at all, so after making that discovery I started looking around for a good book to read and I saw the phantom tollbooth sitting there looking all readable, so for the third time this year I am reading it. readable means fit to be read; interesting, agreeable, and attractive in style; enjoyable, and that book is all that. I am guessing there are copy written laws as are in most books, but since nobody who would care reads this than I am not going to care myself, this is near the end of the book when Milo, tock and the bug have found the princesses,<br /><br /> "Why not sit for a moment and rest?" suggested Rhyme. "I'm sure you must be tired. Have you been traveling long?"<br /> "Days," sighed the exhausted dog, curling up an a large downy cushion.<br /> "Weeks," corrected the bug, flopping into a deep comfortable armchair, for it did seem that way to him.<br /> "It has been a long trip," said Milo, climbing onto the couch where the princesses sat; "but we would have been here much sooner if I hadn't made so many mistakes. I'm afraid it's all my fault."<br /> "You must never feel badly about making mistakes," explained Reason quietly, "as long as you take the trouble to learn from them. For you often learn more by being wrong for the right reasons than you do by being right for the wrong reasons."<br /> "But there's so much to learn," he said, with a thoughtful frown.<br /> "Yes, that's true," admitted Rhyme; "but it's not just learning things that's important. It's learning what to do with what you learn and learning why you learn things at all that matters."<br /> "That's just what I mean," explained Milo as Tock and the exhausted bug drifted quietly off to sleep. "Many of the things I'm supposed to know seem so useless that I can't see the purpose in learning them at all."<br /> "You may not see it now," said the Princess of Pure Reason, looking knowingly at Milo's puzzled face, "but whatever we learn has a purpose and whatever we do affects everything and everyone else, if even in the tiniest way. Why, when a housefly flaps his wings, a breeze goes round the world; when a speck of dust falls to the ground, the entire planet weighs a little more; and when you stamp your foot, the earth moves slightly off its course. Whenever you laugh, gladness spreads like the ripples in a pond; and whenever you're sad, no one anywhere can be really happy. And it's much the same thing with knowledge, for whenever you learn something new, the whole world becomes that much richer."<br /> "And remember also," added the Princess of Sweet Rhyme, "that many places you would like to see are just off the map and many things you want to know are just out of sight or a little beyond your reach. But someday you'll reach them all, for what you learn today, for no reason at all, will help you discover all the wonderful secrets of tomorrow."<br /><br />I am beginning to wonder if it was a good idea to go to my grandparents. Heather never came and I got pretty lonely and I did some things I shouldn't have done, like breaking into an old abandoned house with a friend and borrowing some movies that weren't good. I did ask Joy what the movies were about but she wouldn't tell me and I didn't finish watching them but apparently grandma called my parents to tell them I was watching bad movies when really I wasn't. There were some good things that happened though, certain persons know what I am speaking of, so maybe it was a good idea.<br /><br />I went up to Sarah's house and several adults there started reminding me of all the things I have done behind my parents back. They thought it was like a big joke with all the things that they thought I got away with and were laughing and expecting me to think it funny as well and laugh along. Then one person started swearing about something and his wife said to shut up because I wasn't allowed to hear those words, but then someone else said that it was ok since I said them myself. All this time I am just standing there not saying anything and sorta not thinking anything either. Then I get home and its like poor me and my poor testimony and boo hoo and I'm having this big pity party. Then I start thinking who cares about my testimony what about God's, I've just dragged His name through the mud as my dad says. I'm not sure how to express how I felt just then, but pretty ashamed. I just pray that the Lord will make me even more ashamed that I put out a better effort to change instead of having this attitude that its too late and there's nothing I can do.<br /><br />The Cross falls like a two-edged blade<br />Of heavenly temper, keen;<br />And double were the wounds it made,<br />Where'er it glanced between.<br />'Twas death to sin,--'twas life<br />To all who mourn'd for sin;<br />It kindled and it silenced strife,<br />Made war and peace within.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-5690452418877414792009-07-28T14:41:00.003-04:002009-07-28T15:05:07.676-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QR8beglktcneNztn4Im8kGzp-3fDQ08A3Cqw_Yxy9tXxDdwg7H-9ywGSdPkiPLSBiWnJb0F0g84aBiAYPe8tuk_ZvyudZzHgNQhT4oiNP5tYZeKqo5stLSFFAFKcInn-Wux_PAgvXwU/s1600-h/P1022100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QR8beglktcneNztn4Im8kGzp-3fDQ08A3Cqw_Yxy9tXxDdwg7H-9ywGSdPkiPLSBiWnJb0F0g84aBiAYPe8tuk_ZvyudZzHgNQhT4oiNP5tYZeKqo5stLSFFAFKcInn-Wux_PAgvXwU/s400/P1022100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363588268559449250" border="0" /></a>elijah found cupcake's kittens finally and now they live in my room. its ok during the day but at night when tomo is in here as well then it gets a bit nutty. john's rabbit died yesterday so i skinned it to make him mittens or something out of the fur and then he wanted me to take the rabbit apart so that he can see the unborn babies, so we had a little biology lesson and even with how i like dissecting and all, that was a little gross. its nice how my younger brothers can get over a dead pet so easily and john has another rabbit all picked out that he wants already. my brain is so blank right now for what to write and the internet keeps stopping. what did i write about before? like i used to be able to write big long things and now its like staring at the screen and thinking of food. whoa the internet is working now and its been working longer than a minute. my mom is making cookies and i am going to bring milk tonight because juice and cookies don't mix unless your a baby who doesn't care. ok i quit, i cant think of anything to write, so i'll just put a pic on of the cat's kittens.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-35249197310228495222009-07-24T21:03:00.003-04:002009-07-24T21:49:57.222-04:00yahboooga<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyREg34wIhj_q3dFZjOwCduNNm240wKuNh-tPViC0z8xYklNJc9qYJLwpQG2gkqqDtvxM4jOW9T6W6aovebkMOJQx8Q7ZQyv-_FciDlkULeG5iApdKcsA9l2S59UNKgA3WltghclYiAsA/s1600-h/P1012080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyREg34wIhj_q3dFZjOwCduNNm240wKuNh-tPViC0z8xYklNJc9qYJLwpQG2gkqqDtvxM4jOW9T6W6aovebkMOJQx8Q7ZQyv-_FciDlkULeG5iApdKcsA9l2S59UNKgA3WltghclYiAsA/s400/P1012080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362197404510792706" border="0" /></a><br />this is what we had dinner yesterday and i think it was thoroughly enjoyed.<br /><br />the past two weeks my family and i have been gone to maranatha and a family reunion in pennsylvania, and i am including joseph as part of my family. the preaching at camp was good and it seems every year i get convicted of being too much of the world instead of just in it and passing through. the reunion was fun, we got to meet a new uncle and two new cousins but sadly aunt johanna and my brother couldn't make it.<br /><br />david morris is going to be preaching every night this coming week and i am anxious to see what God will do through him. maybe it wont be anything that everyone will see and know about but if one person is saved or has a personal revival than its good. but then again we have been praying for revival for so long it would be nice to see it happen at least once in my lifetime. i don't want to sound to whatever but if we all ask great things of God then we should expect great things to happen, i just hope we are ready and that we wont quench it if it does come.<br /><br />which is more important, to spend most of your time witnessing to your own family or to your friends and people you don't know or are they both equally important? sadly i don't do much of either, for my friends i'm to afraid of what they will think if i start talking "religion" and besides i like that they think i'm normal and for my family i think its my parents job or basically its anybody's job but mine. i can pray for them all and hope that someday they will come to know Christ but i leave the actual working with them and talking to them to someone else. its so hard to change a habit but with His help i know i can. i want to be able to not care what they say about me so long as i've said that thing that's popped into my head instead of pretending i didn't hear it.<br /><br />create in me a clean heart oh God and renew a right spirit in me, cast me not away from Thy presence oh Lord and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me, restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation and renew a right spirit in me.<br /><br />theres an attempt at a post, i sorta felt like writing something but wasn't sure what so i just started writing.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-744544326442595322009-07-21T21:57:00.002-04:002009-07-22T21:12:42.531-04:00my mom just handed me 30 bucksTheres a line thats been drawn through the ages;<br />On that line stands the old rugged cross.<br />On that cross a battle is raging<br />For the gain of man's soul or his loss.<br /><br />On one side march the forces of evil,<br />All the demons and devils of hell.<br />On the other, the angels of glory,<br />And they meet on Golgotha's hill.<br /><br />The earth shakes with the force of the conflict;<br />The sun refuses to shine;<br />For there hangs God's Son in the balance.<br />And then through the darkness He cries:<br /><br />It is finished, the battle is over;<br />It is finished, there'll be no more war.<br />It is finished, the end of the conflict;<br />It is finished, and Jesus is Lord.<br /><br />Yet in my heart the battle was raging;<br />Not all pris'ners of war had come home.<br />They were battlefields of my own making;<br />Didn't know that the war had been won.<br /><br />Then I heard that the King of the Ages<br />Had fought all the battle for me<br />And vict'ry was mine for the claiming,<br />And now, praise His name, I am free.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-66757922667317836262009-06-11T22:35:00.000-04:002009-06-11T22:41:35.776-04:00run away, wait what are we running from?so i am updating this blog.. i should change the name because the way i am part came from two really odd songs that i would rather forget, so i get reminded every time i see the blog that thats what i used to listen to but then i also get reminded of what God can do in a messed up life. sounds confusing i think, maybe.<br /><br />yea so i am at home now. things were going slow at my grandparents and i missed my family and my pj and my parents said they needed me home, so nice to be needed. so they came and got me like a week or so ago and now i am here where i belong. it was fun there in a way, i mean i needed the quiet time to think and a few persons know what i was really thinking about the last week so it was good. this sounds silly because its like a no duh thing, but i discovered that one can not keep back part of themselves for them, they have to give it all to the Lord, every single little bit. then i also got to renew friendships with old friends and made new ones, which was good and bad. the youthgroup there is awesome and very friendly, i felt as much at home there as was possible for me too feel at home in a place that wasnt home. lol have fun figuring that sentence out.<br /><br />i was reading job today and its a very interesting book. yea random thought there..<br /><br />i have hit a wall and cant think of anything more to write sadly. this seems to happen a lot hence hardly any new blog posts. tomo is tired and keeps looking at me like time for bed already. i am tired, and i think i played harder than i worked today. though i did weed potatoes today and did laundry and changed sam's diaper and thats all of what would be called work. but it wasnt work it was fun even the diapers. i enjoy doing those kind of things most of the time. i mean sure there are days i want to stay in bed and forget everybody else exsists but yea, it sounds like i'm starting to ramble. i love rambling but i tend to start to not make sence. its time for bed.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-50758226585764372422009-05-09T18:57:00.004-04:002009-05-09T19:42:04.367-04:00they made my favorite cookies at home so i hope they eat a ton for meok well i am trying to write again, its kinda hard. i am at my grandparents being bored, well not bored just tired and missing everybody at home. today we celebrated dan and deb stubers 25th anniversary and also my grandma's, debs and two other woman's birthdays. the thing was, i hardly knew anybody so i mostly sat and people watched. i also climbed this awesome tree and carved the date in its trunk and then sat out over a flooded creek turned river and dropped pieces of bark in the water. its fun.<br /><br />i love that emoticon that's the big grin, so today while grocery shopping i saw this stand, like what bubble gum is in, and it had a bunch of key chain thingys with smileys on them so i took my chances and actually got the big grin smiley, so now im happy. seems like a small thing to get so happy about but hey thats me lol. my grandparents are awesome, they ask me what food i want and they get it, like a bunch of root beer and all the sugar cereal.<br /><br />i think it will rain soon, with all this wind and dark sky. i hope we get a big thunderstorm but i doubt that will happen, sadly. i haven't seen a good thunderstorm since i was sick one sunday night and i sat out with john on the old porch and watched the lightning.<br /><br />i got a dog last december, she looks like a chihuahua and shes part chihuahua to so i guess that's why. so her name is tomo and she also looks like a miniature pinscher, so look that up on google and you know what she looks like since blogger is annoying and wont let me put a picture up. shes a cool dog and the ticks love her.<br /><br />nothing like instant messaging, well there is but you know what i mean. one tuesday i spent till threeish i think on charlie playing games and chatting. i sound so lazy. but ive been working sorta, we have almost got all the pictures sorted, and my grandma had a lot. like boxes full. we would be like yay we're all done, and then we would fine another box or two. i got 72 more postcards for my collection and some of them are nice and old. old pictures are so cool, and the clothes they wear are all black and ick looking, but still cool. i also help cook, which i like the best now that i know where everything is. and today i helped plant tomatoes and peppers. so i am having fun.<br /><br />i like voice chat to, its awesome.<br /><br />well guess this blog isnt dead completely, but its getting there, maybe i can resurrect it but i doubt it. since i have facebook and i chat with him all the time, i kinda don't blog as much. but hey when i get the sudden urge to write then this is a good outlet. is that the word? anyways you all can figure out what i mean. i guess this is it for a while, i want to go get some supper.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-88027099077238869912008-12-17T18:19:00.000-05:002008-12-17T18:22:11.606-05:00yobba dobba doothis blog is dying because for various reasons i cant come up with anything intelligent to write. so im just going to ramble about new things in my life and then decide ive said enough and quit.<br /><br />my sweet little (big) dog died the other day. for some reason she urgently needed to go outside so she wrecked her crate, squeezed out the cat door and proceeded to make an attempt to cross the road but didn't make it. i miss her soo much and now i am feeling very dogless so enough of this subject.<br /><br />most likely i will be gone the month of june, again for various reasons. i have decided to visit my grandparents, and my very understanding parents have allowed me to do so as long as i finish my school work. im going to be away from home for a whole month and thats the longest ive been gone before, but i'll be going to maranatha most likely, so thats cool.<br /><br />my dad and i have a much better relationship now, its actually so much better that i cant think of the right words to describe it. i mean we still have differences and all that, but its better. God is good.<br /><br />i am trying to spend the least amount of time with two certain friends of mine and its easier to do than i thought it would be. i am pretty sure now that they have been a big influence on me in all the wrong ways; for a while i was pretending that it wasn't like that and that i was influencing then more, but i don't think so. im not giving up on them, just praying for them more and spending less time with them.<br /><br />its close to 6:30 now and we will be leaving soon for prayer meeting, so this is all for now.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-65513150793660049032008-10-25T20:13:00.003-04:002008-10-25T20:25:36.259-04:00a failed attempt to play bible trivia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9cEe4TI6JlPcynBAjCq_Fo-GYeumusBcbI3ZDtfQ-a07rm4DSN2MQb0AgljoNa_jDJH3sWvmC9xcL8H-sZ6Zf46TLZAKltVi1peFyFcq7T3kuj-YPjiCOPx0EyWVI-orY44ACvkSF1g/s1600-h/today+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261251755257954242" style="DISPLAY: block; 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(pretend i'm in ninth grade, not pretend i'm his kid) i asked him what i would do all day and he says i would play video games or something. not my idea of an interesting and productive day, especially since i get bored very easily, but i said ok. he just had to ask if i was alowed. november fith i guess, i go to work with him if i want. this could be interesting.<br /><br />i just went to check on the food and the oven was turned off, thanks to timmy. thats 50 minutes of cooking and i guess we wont be eating until eightish. and for some reason they put grapes in the saled. somebody needs to get me a mars bar <strong>with peanuts</strong>, and some rootbeer before i go crazy.<br /><br />i think my mom somhow makes modest skirts somehow appear at the store. when i go by myself the only stuff i find is tight, emoish and skanky (if i may use that word). but if i go with my mom i find lots. like today i got five. i like the definition of emo i just found, <span style="color:#ff0000;">a style of rock music influenced by punk rock and featuring introspective and emotionally fraught lyrics</span>. i like the emotionally fraught lyrics part the best, if anybodys ever listened to rock music, its is definatly that.<br /><br />anybody ever heard of the little monsters books? there was one at valu village that i wanted to get but didnt. they are pretty funny books, with creatures in them that are a cross between a dino and a dragon. their names are really good, like <span style="color:#33ff33;">Kerploppus</span>, <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Professor Wormbog</span>, <span style="color:#66ffff;">Zipperump-a-Zoos</span>, <span style="color:#ff6666;">Useless Blob and Sneedles. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br />i only have two songs left on this mp3 player ( i am using my own battery) and once its done the creative juices stop flowing. i know i'm being wierd, but i'm a little tired. so i am going to go eat lasagna now.<br /><br />oh, i decided that after puppy dies i am going to get a bull dog and name it spud after the potatoey scarecrow thingy off of bob the builder. i'm not wishing puppy will die, just planning ahead. and nobody tell me words are missspelled because odds are i already know and i dont want to fix them. i did that on purpose.<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span>zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-38556835635296882342008-10-07T16:09:00.001-04:002008-10-07T16:16:05.911-04:00skating<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPROWYx2IGf9h19F1lqmaVUWYFs9WXWC4CCd4dtgRIoz1meOSPHkM1QrJDEYbkZ2HzkcUJCiiLiWLJfSLCqM3h-xrDvlz5qXGYffodeRJ-k3Ka-Y5eyApPjhP3P3UjUS_r2tT15qa-p0I/s1600-h/fdfsfhdfhdh+051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCA-GBJzyNUIFtNyPrlMcowTsRGDyCHweJPsSrAhTyAlRy0_EsPgCsEXlulDo1wYEG-1kq53LzWeIkLmRZx25ZkLEu4FiVzqtYfW9BdTHh0qEcxfkEHjHMz7sfDamdFnXm5JJ9KbeLMGI/s320/fdfsfhdfhdh+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505415461761298" border="0" /></a>zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-46632323676485818882008-10-03T12:13:00.004-04:002008-10-03T12:36:28.307-04:00Homemade Slime Recipe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/chemistry/1/0/2/V/slime11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/chemistry/1/0/2/V/slime11.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Safety:<br />Not to be fed to your pet or baby brother. Not good for leaving in carpets or on furniture overnight. To keep almost indefinitely, leave in ziploc bag in refrigerator when not sliming! Not a bad idea to wash hands before (so it doesn't grow mold) and after (so mom will let you eat dinner) playing with it. Slime isn't exactly toxic, but its not food.<br /><br /><br />How to do the experiment:<br />Borax<br />White Glue<br />Water<br />Food Coloring (optional)<br />Ziploc bag<br /><br />1. Borax is available in the laundry section of your local grocery store. Take a cup of water and add to it 1 Tbs. of borax (approx 4% solution). Stir until completely dissolved.<br /><br />2. Make a 50% water 50% white glue solution. Take 1/4 cup of each and mix thoroughly.<br /><br />3. In a ziploc bag, add equal parts of the borax solution to equal parts of the glue solution. 1/2 cup of each will make a cup of slime.<br /><br />4. Add a couple drops of food coloring.<br /><br />5. Seal bag and knead the mixture.<br /><br />6. Dig in and have fun. Remember to wash your hands after playing.<br /><br />7. Keep your slime in the sealed bag in the refrigerator when not playing with it to keep it longer. Unfortunately it may eventually dry out or grow mold. Just throw it out and start again!<br /><br />Explanation:<br />The borax is acting as the crosslinking agent or "connector" for the glue (polyvinyl acetate) molecules. Once the glue molecules join together to form even larger molecules called polymers, you get a thickened gel very similar to slime. If you've tried this recipe (formula) before using blue starch (instead of the borax) with mixed results, you won't be disappointed with this one. Works everytime! If you have access to a chemical supply house, try a 4% solution of polyvinyl alcohol instead of the glue for a less rubbery polymer and one that is transparent showing off the color better.<br /><br />And tonight is the first youth group/bible club; I am making grasshopper bars. Except without green Crème de menthe and white Crème de cacao.zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048691048259999651.post-77198462254006193972008-10-01T21:27:00.001-04:002008-10-01T21:29:23.888-04:00I got this from a book at the library<span style="font-size:180%;">there's a toad<br />on the road<br />squish it<br />squash it<br />fry it<br />dry it<br />that's enough</span>zorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407277684056611618noreply@blogger.com2